Here they stand
on moving sand—
they cannot comfort the whale
while they stand outside the sea.
But in patience, they found mercy.
As Jonah waits inside the whale,
he asks: 'Where is my shade? Where is my pumpkin tree? '
Only Him protected me.
Mercy, mercy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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'Moving sand ' is transferred epithet. Because people move on sand. In the same manner P.B.Shelly used transferred epithet in his poem ' Weary way'. Thank you so much.